Trent and I have been married for 6 years today: May 21. And we had our best anniversary celebration yet, I think.
It’s not hard to outdo our anniversary each year; we don’t usually do a whole lot for it. It falls at a very “eventful” time of year as-is: one week before Memorial Day (when we always travel to D.C. to visit my sister), and two weeks before my birthday.
But we do always try to do something – something special, in the style of Team Temple.
Team Temple ain’t all about fancy dinners, or extravagant gifts. We avoid all that jazz not just on our anniversary, but in life in general. We are, however, definitely all about…
- The Sierra Nevada mountains
- Swimming holes
- Rock n’ roll
The weather was gloriously “summer” up at our cabin, and so we spent our anniversary weekend hiking to some new spots (with our beloved furchild), scouting out potential swimming holes for summer, drinking beer outdoors, and listening to classic rock at our local gold country saloon.
It was perfect. Especially because…
We each even had a “marriage fail” in the course of the weekend. Trent suggested I drink some celebratory whiskey on Saturday night. He forgot that he’s the person who’s supposed to protect me from whiskey (he swore it to me about a year ago). And we both got to pay for it in the AM.
And I completely underestimated the extent of our Sunday “adventure”. I probably shouldn’t have suggested we embark on a search for a legendary swimming hole in 94-degree heat while hungover from said whiskey shot, without enough water in the car and no real directions other than “turn left”.
We found it.
My hangover is gone (almost).
SuperHubs is making us dinner now back home in Oakland, like SuperHubs do.
And I am still smiling about it all.
Heres to many more years of making bad decisions in dive bars and too much adventuring with this awesome man.